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If only Sunday happened every day
We're both excited as we rise and rouse
These mornings feel more intimate than most
Outside the Sunday paper lies in wait
Inserted in a blue and poly sheeth
I lay it at the hearth where she reclines
The Sunday crossword puzzle draws us near
Entwined we share the facts and solve the clues
Each answer gives a little rush of joy
Across and down unraveling every inch
Until the puzzle's boxes are all filled
Sometimes it goes much faster than I want
But other days to finish drains us both.
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